Distracted

I hear the sounds

And watch their mouths

Masticating language as if in final feast

The juice of mangled words

Dribbling down self assured chins

Slurping, regurgitated consonants

I see and hear

Detached

Distracted, agitated

For another sound comes to my ear

The echo of the spoken word

Heard before it’s said

I hear

The sound of love’s bloom uncurling

Petals opening to whispered expectation

I listen to

Symphonic sound of sunbeams on glass

Crystallized notes of warmth

I’m distracted by the final prayer

Of a star’s expiration

The final breath

Of a soul’s cessation

I’m distracted

Diverted and abstracted

So if you speak to me

Speak slowly, or not at all

Don’t slurp or slur your words

And if I stare

I’m not rude

Just preoccupied and perturbed

For I hear the

Sound of others world

A world that calls to me

Attracts and entices me

I hear the echo of a word

Said before it’s spoken